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or have you ruined
if you listen to them.
Think of the enemies you've made,
Montfleury, the Vicomte,
if he lives,
the Comte de Guiche.
That politician.
He's the Cardinal's nephew.
There's power there!
And power here.
Young fool!
Take an example from me.
20 years a captain,
while others who know only
how to deploy their
forces at court
now dangle a marshal's baton.
Well, uh, someday
I will avenge you, too.
Impossible.
Come on, let's go to dinner.
Dinner?
No, not I.
Why not?
Because I have no money.
But, the purse of gold.
Farewell paternal pension.
And you have
until the first of next month?
Nothing.
What a fool.
Yes, but, what a moment.
Pardon, Monsieur.
A man ought
never to go hungry.
I have everything here.
Please.
My dear child, I cannot bend this Gascon
pride of mine to accept such a kindness.
But, I...
Yet, for fear that
I may give you pain if I refuse,
I will take something.
A grape.
One only.
And a glass of water.
No, clear.
And, uh,...half a macaroon.
Nothing more?
Why, yes.
Your hand to kiss.
Thank you, sir.
Good night.
Idiot.
Dinner.
Drink.
Desert.
Mon Dieux, I was hungry,
abominably.
Tell me.
Anything.
Why to you hate
this Montfleury?
A very bad actor.
Ah, come now, the real
reason, the truth.
That fat goat who cannot hold
his belly in his arms,
still dreams of being
sweetly dangerous among the women.
Sighs and languishes, making sheep's
eyes out of his great frog's face.
I hate him ever since one day
Oh, my friend, I seemed to see over
some flower a great snail crawling.
Eh, what?
Is it possible?
For me to love?
I love.
Whom?
May I know?
Whom I love?
Think a moment.
Think of me.
Me, whom the plainest
woman would despise.
Me, with this nose of mine that marches
on before me by a quarter of an hour.
Whom shall I love.
Why, of course, it must be the
woman in the world most beautiful.
Most beautiful?
In these eyes of mine...
beyond compare.
Wait.
Your cousin, Roxane.
Yes.
Roxane.
Well?
Why not?
If you love her, tell her so.
My old friend.
Look at me and tell me how
much hope remains for me
with this protuberance.
Ahhh, I have no more illusions.
Now and then I may grow tender
walking alone in the blue of evening
through some garden fresh with flowers
after the benediction of the rain.
My poor big devil of a nose
inhales April.
And I follow with my eyes where
some boy with a girl upon his arm,
passes a patch of silver...
and I feel somehow...
I wish I had a woman, too,
walking with me under the moon,
and holding my arm and smiling.
Then I dream.
I forget.
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